Yesterday, I took a nap and when I woke up, I finally, felt normal. Able to safely feel like me without any residual affects of my recent fainting episode. No hydration issues or whatnot. I felt excellent.
Finally. I cannot tell you how relieved I am. Fear, paranoia, hypochrondria all have vanished (finally). It's scary when you are uncertain with your health.
Last night, I was reflecting back on my visit to the E.R. to a few customers/friends. I had forgotten that when I went in for the initial questioning, the medics said--you are a runner, aren't you? Followed by--do you do meth?
What? How would you make that correlation? From asking me if I am physically fit to if I am a junkie. Seemed odd at the time and I remember being angry about it. Now, it's funny. I suppose with my face with abrasions that could indicate meth use but after looking at my skin, complimenting me on my physique and still asking; well, it just seemed ridiculous. Not only that, they asked me if I smoke. I have smoked, maybe, three times in my life. Once, when I was in 5th grade, my mom let me try one of her cigarettes since I was curious about it. Curious until I had a coughing spasm and hated it. My mom did have some good tactics to dissuade me from foolishness. The smoking one stuck.
Lesson learned. Well, almost. I think when I was 21ish, I was living in Tempe, drinking and I opted to smoke a menthol cigarette followed by a clove cigarette. The next morning I was so hungover that I threw up in people's yards on the way to work. It was awful and forced me to reconsider ever attempting that habit again.
I have smoked the occasional cigar. It's rare and like previously mentioned, I have fear of repeating the hangover experience from my younger days. I don't look like a smoker and my hair no longer smells from smoke since smoking is banned from restaurants. Glory be! I loved that day in Denver. Smoking never really bothered me while bartending. All it meant was that I had to clean out ashtrays (constantly) which was a necessary evil. I didn't begrudge people that smoked and I definitely wasn't hyper about it. (Live and let be is a motto of mine) Still, when the banned was enforced, I did recognize how excellent it was to not smell like an ashtray or clean them out either. Delightful.
So, no, I am not a smoker. While talking to the paramedics, I kept thinking my vice is wine. I do that vice, justice, too. It is my only true vice however.
I woke up, had coffee, granola, went to the laundromat and ended up in the E.R....not, at all, how I envisioned my day going.
Tomorrow, I have a follow up appointment with the surgeon and then I believe I will truly return to normalcy. I feel good and have a run scheduled tonight. It is time to start moving and committing to training.
I considered a photo memory but feel the smoking memory will suffice. Happy Monday!